Ichabod's New Clothes

by SpiroSpero

Abbie makes Ichabod ditch his colonial clothes, and sends him with Hawley to find suitable replacements. What happens when they get back to the cabin for him to try on the new purchases? Sounds almost as cheesy as the title, right? It's a work in progress, and bear with me please, it's my first one!

1. Chapter 1

"Crane, it's got to be done."

"Lieutenant, you can't be serious. I can't even bare the thought."

"Look, Crane," Lt. Mills was about as serious as she'd ever been, "I can't possibly fight the forces of evil in Sleepy Hollow when everyone thinks my partner is a lunatic from a Revolutionary War reenactment. The clothes have to go."

Ichabod's gaze shifted, he knew he was losing this argument.

"I've already arranged your trip to the mall, Hawley will be here in 5 minutes."

"So, not only are you making me shed my garments – which been perfectly capable of performing their duties for the last 300 years, but you're making me find new clothes with that miscreant. I think not, Lieutenant."

"Crane, the conversation is over, he's on his way."

"So, Mr. Crane, ready to shop to you drop?" Hawley entered the archives, his comment dripping with sarcasm – he too was not excited about the thought of spending a day with Ichabod in a mall, but, when Abbie asks favors, Hawley can't say no.

"See, Mr. Hawley, there is no way I can wear these modern breeches over my knickers, I guess I will simply have to continue wearing my traditional garb," Ichabod stepped out of the dressing room in a button-down shirt and dark jeans which looked like they'd been donned on top of sweat pants. Even so, Hawley had to admit that modern clothing complimented Crane's body.

"No sir, Abbie told me to find you knew clothes, and that's what we're going to do. I guess this means you'll have to get rid of the knickers too."

"Mr. Hawley, I have grown tired of this, I'll not argue with Lt. Mills, but I'll not shop anymore either, I think by now you know my measurements, would you just purchase whatever you think is suitable?"

I'm not exactly used to being treated like a servant, but if it'll make Mills happy, who knows how she'll repay me, Hawley thought, "Sure Crane. I'll swing it by your cabin when I'm done."

A few hours later, there was a knock on the door of the cabin, Ichabod, being the only one there, answered.

"Oh, it's just you, Mr. Hawley. Did you bring my new garments?"

"Yeah, here they are," Hawley answered, handing several shopping bags to Ichabod, one remained in his hand. "And I solved your little knickers problem too," he handed the remaining bag to Ichabod, "these are underwear, I wasn't sure what your preference would be, so I got a few different kinds."

Ichabod reached into the bag, pulling out first the boxers, "I guess I'll have to try them all on." And with that, Ichabod pulled down his pants and knickers in one fell swoop. Hawley was more than a little shocked.

"Right here Crane?" Hawley wasn't exactly complaining, the glimpse of Crane's backside sent a cold-chill through his body.

"Surely, Mr. Hawley you have seen a man disrobe before," Ichabod answered as he pulled the blue and red stripped boxers up to his waist.

Hawley grinned, if only he knew, "Well yeah, Crane, but I just thought you old dudes were pretty private about stuff like that."

This time, it was Ichabod's turn to grin, if only he knew, and then, he let out a huff, "Even the puritans weren't this Puritan, I'll go change in my room if that will better suite your conservative nature, Mr. Hawley." And with that, Ichabod, bags in hand, marched off to his room.

More to come, I promise. R&R please! :)